Paige Scott Poems

I remember the look on his dear face as he told me “I love you.”
I can see myself, heartbroken, saying that I loved him too.

I remember that I held his hand while he whispered “Goodbye, dear.”
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Do you remember love?
It was so long ago;
Yet I remember dearest one,
And I want you to know.
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A dainty cup and saucer grew upon a stem.
And pretty little ruffles adorned the both of them.
The China set was yellow and gently washed by rain—
Of course by April showers the cup is filled again.
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I like it when the days are grey—
But not quite black and white—
When rain descends to wash away
The darkness and the light.
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The sun shone down through the window—
I thought I saw you there.
But it was just a memory
The light put out with care.
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*-I was up late, and my sister challenged me to write a poem. I told her I could not possibly do so on a whim, without any 'inspiration, ' but she persisted. She said, 'Call it 'The Light'.' So here is my poem- written on a whim, very quickly done. Hope it turned out alright! ! -*
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Thousands upon thousands are slain
Each year, are killed in cruel, cold blood.
Thousands cry out, but to no avail—
They are attacked with cruelest hate.
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The reeds in the lake sway to and fro—
And likewise do the leaves.
The same bird chirps and flies away…
Just as they always do.
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